Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Gories,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.